In an attempt to try to sharpen my brain for school before the term begins, I've decided to read more. A lot more.
And the library's promotion of doubling the borrowing limit reinforces my plan!
I've come up with a list of books I aim to finish within the next 2 weeks:
Kelly's to-read list:1.
She Is Me by Cathleen Schine
2.
White Ghost Girls by Alice Greenway
3.
The Water Horse by Julia Gregson
4.
The Ill-Made Mute by Cecelia Dart-Thornton
5.
A Kiss from Maddalena by Christopher Castellani
6.
Man and Boy by Tony Parsons
Anyways. That aside. I realised only today that the Great Singapore Sale has already begun in full swing and... I HAVEN'T SHOPPED AT ALL SINCE.
I was utterly horrified when I realised today! All the discounts I've been missing out on!
Met Leon for lunch today cos he had stuff from Khin to pass me.
Hand-delivered from the USA!
She'd knitted/made this sling bag for me which I loveeeee cos it's
pink!
And the best thing I found was the letter inside. Oh gosh, when I saw her familiar cursive handwriting, I realised that I really do miss her a whole whole lot.
So anyway, reading her letter just strengthened my resolve to write her back asap!
E-mailing is quick and more convenient.. But snail mail has the personal touch that only comes out of seeing your friend's handwriting again.
So much time has passed since she left Singapore!
So much has happened, so much has changed too.
And yet, in spite of all the changes around me, nothing has really changed for me. I'm still quite the same old girl with the same insecurities and whimsical dreams. Except that those same whimsical dreams, while they still exist, have been tampered down by less-than-romantic happenings in real life.
I guess this is how cynics are made.
My mother actually gave me money to buy things today. I know that sounds quite hard to believe, but she really did!
Cos I've been whining about my Elizabeth Arden scent running out for the last 2 weeks. I think she's gotten so sick of my incessant sighs and moans about my perfume running out that she thought it'd be the lesser of the two evils to just give me the money to replace it and shut me up.
But seriously, perfumes are such high-value items!
The average price of a bottle of perfume is $65. That's Sasa's pricing, which I think is already a fair bit lower than that at the department stores - which is where I'd normally buy my scents because for some reason or the other, perfume from Sasa smells different.
Elizabeth Arden's Green Tea, which I'm currently using, smells weird at Sasa.
Ralph Lauren's Glamorous, which I used in the past, smells weird too. Plus, it's been discontinued at Isetan for the last few years already.
So I don't really know what gives!
I'm really proud of myself because I managed to get a pretty top from Yin & Yang for only
8 dollars!
That was after I'd walked into Mango (tempting 50% sales going on there now) and Topshop (not much sales action).
But what I reallyreallyreallyreally want now.. is a new pair of shoes.
Or a FEW new pairs, rather.
I want a pair of heels, a pair of Birkenstocks and a pair of ballet flats.
That makes 3!
Argh. I need my tuition money asap.
Which reminds me. I gotta reschedule this weekend's tuition cos of a whole-day retreat at the SPI.
I hope tomorrow's tuition is still on. I'm getting really desperate for cash now.
The Great Singapore Sale isn't gonna wait for me!
The song
Pu Tong Peng You by David Tao has been playing repeatedly in my head today.
If I could type in Chinese here, I'd type out the lyrics to the song cos this is what I call a serious case of ear worm.
dan ni shuo:I only want to be your friend zuo ge peng you wo zai, ni xin zhong zhi shi just a friend bu shi qing ren wo gan ji ni dui wo zhe yang de tan bai dan wo gei ni de ai zan shi shou, bu hui lai so I - wo bu neng zhi shi be your friend I just can't be your friend Ohwell. Han yu pin ying just doesn't quite have the same effect cos it just looks like a mess of letters that don't mean anything.
You see, this is exactly what I would think if I were thinking purely in a secular context.
But what would be the Christ-like thing to do?
It would be to love everybody even if it's damn hard to do. Love everybody, meaning not cut all contact and say "I can't be your friend anymore". Which I think would have been an easier way to just end this whole thing here and now.
But since I can't do anything of this sort, I'm just gonna shelf that thought here. A bit like unloading excess garbage.
See, no more emotional outbursts!
I even managed to be brave enough to go to church today for evening Mass even though I was dreading it. But I went because I really wanted to give that 45 minutes to God today.
So I dragged my two feet to church and hey! -it wasn't so bad after all.
Because I shouldn't be staying away from church for such a silly reason. The only thing that's been potentially hurt is my pride, so no harm done actually.
I was toying with the idea of going to Novena for Mass instead. But then I decided to just go to IHM as usual and quit running away from everything.
World Cup match tonight!
I'm thinking of staying up because Germany's playing.
We'll see if I can entertain myself till 3am.
